Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Challenge ❯ Confrontation ( Chapter 3 )
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By: pixelgoddess 
Brolli catches up with Vegeta and punishes the prince for his previous abuse. Non-con
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.24.2009 | Updated On: 03.24.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 774 | Status: Completed
Brolli catches up with Vegeta and punishes the prince for his previous abuse. Non-con
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.24.2009 | Updated On: 03.24.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 774 | Status: Completed
Challenge
By Pixelgoddess
Based on the first Brolli movie – The Legendary Super Saiyan – much of the dialog comes directly from one version or another (fansub, official translation, dub, etc); I chose whichever version of the line that worked best. This was written for the canon to fanon challenge.
Warnings: Non-con, language, sex, violence (What did you expect? This is DBZ after all.)
Pairings: Vegeta/Brolli, Brolli/Vegeta, Piccolo/Vegeta, Goku/Vegeta (implied), Vegeta/Piccolo (implied)
Disclaimer: The usual: don’t own them, don’t make money from them, wish I could buy them at bishie auctions and keep them as pets.
Chapter 3 – Confrontation
He lay on the broken ground, arms outstretched, feeling the battle continue around him. Didn’t they understand? There was no point. Brolli was the true Legendary – a myth… a vengeful, angry god. He had grown up wanting to be one in order to defeat Frieza, but to actually meet one and know his attentions would eventually be directed at him? Why didn’t they understand? This was like no other opponent they had faced before.
He felt the signature ki of Kakarott’s Kamehameha attack, as well as Brolli’s answering rise in ki, causing the planet to shake and crumble beneath him.
He took a deep breath, trying to gather his courage. Wasn’t this what he lived for? What every Saiyan lived for? The opportunity to do battle with a strong opponent? He ignored the internal whisper that said the battle was wanted only when there was the possibility of winning and there was no chance here. Because of him, Kakarott and Piccolo would die and so far he had done nothing to prevent it; he didn’t want them to look down on him from Otherworld, calling him a coward as he suffered endlessly in hell. They fought on even when there was no chance of victory – he had to make himself do the same. Vegeta climbed to his feet and stood there fists clenched, head bowed and teeth bared as he willed himself to join them. He drew on his ki, tensing with determination and ascended.
“I am Prince Vegeta!” he shouted to the sky, raising his hands in the air in challenge before slamming them to his sides, launching himself into the air. He raced to where Brolli was, pushing down the gibber of fear he felt. He was Saiyan, he reminded himself – the thrill is not the victory, but the battle. As he flashed by he spotted Trunks crawling out from under some rubble; a yell of encouragement was barely heard, sucked away by the wind in his ears.
“I am the ruler of all Saiyans – even you Brolli.” He would face his challenge with all of his strength – he would not go down without a fight. He could not allow Kakarott to best him in this.
Brolli looked at him with blank white eyes that somehow expressed unimaginable rage and Vegeta nearly paused at the anger he saw there. Vegeta knew hate – had known it for most of his life – yet the hatred Brolli so obviously felt made his own miniscule in comparison. What could have happened…how could Vegeta have caused this much rage in a matter of days? Was it really all his fault?
“Please try your best to make me kneel before you,” Brolli said with a cold laugh.
Vegeta glared; this glowing golden giant was nothing like the docile little Saiyan who had followed his commands so passively. If he didn’t like it he should have resisted then, damn it! Vegeta would have killed that Brolli and then he wouldn’t have been in this position.
Vegeta threw a punch in midflight and realized it would miss due to Brolli’s speed. Recovering instantly he flipped backwards, kicking him on the side of the head – uselessly. He landed lightly and launched himself back at Brolli – his reaction time had always been better than even Kakarott’s. He directed all of his Super Saiyan strength into his left fist, catching Brolli on the chin with what should have been a knock-out punch. When it had no effect, he was stunned.
He was right – there was no way to defeat this monster.
He twisted into position, landing to throw a fast ki blast, hoping to at least slow Brolli down. He didn’t wait to see what effect it had, and making another retreating leap, fired another ki attack. Before he could move back another step Trunks landed in front of him and fired his own attack at Brolli.
He was enraged – how dare the brat think he needed help? He didn’t get the opportunity to berate Trunks; Brolli moved so quickly he wasn’t even aware of the motion. His massive fist caught Trunks, knocking him unconscious and sending his limp body flying, leaving the monster with a clear path to Vegeta.
Vegeta returned to attack and retreat, Brolli’s lighting speed depriving him of the ability to develop another strategy or give him time to go on the offensive. He needed time to catch his breath and a better vantage point to fight from, but Brolli wasn’t letting him have it. Brolli seemed to vanish for a moment, his speed giving the illusion of using Kakarott’s IT technique, but when he reappeared Vegeta knew it was all over.
Brolli was right there in front of him, moving rapidly, giving Vegeta no time to evade or defend. A huge arm slammed across his neck, his forward momentum slamming him against the side of a mountain. The wave of ki he caused was so immense it disintegrated rock instantly. The pain it caused Vegeta made him wonder if his own bones were dissolving as well. Brolli’s hand clamped over his mouth, fingers crushing his jaw. Vegeta felt a shudder race through him – he couldn’t breathe anything but Brolli’s scent.
“Finished already?” Brolli taunted.
Vegeta moaned a combination of fear and pain. Unable to maintain enough ki to support the transformation he dropped out of Super Saiyan. Barely conscious, he dangled helplessly in his grasp.
“Finished alright,” the Legendary laughed. “You are all talk. Complete trash.”
He was thrown to the ground where he shuddered with dread as he felt the Legendary grow even stronger. He had lost the challenge – there was nothing he could do against such power.
The Legendary landed near where Vegeta lay in a pain-filled heap, the ground rumbling at his footsteps. A massive hand curled around his neck, cutting off all oxygen, and he was jerked to his knees.
“Kneel,” the Legendary commanded as if he had any choice. “Saiyan customs are very useful at times, aren’t they? Turning the unwilling into slaves and a prince into a whore,” he continued, glaring at Vegeta. Vegeta had no breath to respond and no will to resist the Legendary. “My father has already paid for his crimes – and now so will you.”
He released Vegeta’s neck and he fell to his hands and knees, gasping for breath. “Just kill me,” Vegeta said in a hoarse voice.
The Legendary laughed. “You don’t think you’re going to get off that easily, do you?” He stroked Vegeta’s hair a moment before grabbing it and jerking him back to his knees. “Although in a way I should be grateful. Because of you I was able to break my father’s mental control with that device of his. My memories have returned – all of them. Ah Vegeta,” he said, his voice becoming a mere whisper, “if you could see the death and devastation I have caused – the planets I have destroyed…each time more bloody, more destructive… I have littered landscapes with the mangled corpses of my victims, raping and killing anyone fool enough to resist. I obliterated planets, each explosion bigger and better than the last. I’ve destroyed entire systems with a wave of my hand. It was beautiful…a painting...a sculpture.” He looked Vegeta in the eye with a terrifying smile. “I’m an artist – death is my palette.”
“You’re the Legendary – a god. The Saiyan race… I worshipped you. Why are you doing all of this?” Vegeta asked when he dared to speak. What would he have done if he had met the Legendary under other circumstances? Would the Legendary have taken the throne? Would Vegeta have followed him willingly? His father must have seen him as a threat – why else would he have ordered him killed? Damn it, why couldn’t he have succeeded?
“Because I can,” the Legendary smirked. “Because no one can stop me no matter how many of you fools challenge me.”
“Kakarott doesn’t understand—”
“Ah yes – one of your lovers…”
“He’s not—”
“I could smell him all over you. You cried out his name when you fucked me. When he showed up…like you said, it was his fault you treated me like that. That naïve version of myself had never been touched – but I watched the entire time.”
“You’re insane,” Vegeta mumbled, too afraid to think about what he was saying. In an instant, the Legendary kicked him, sending him crashing against some boulders.
“Don’t challenge me again Vegeta,” the Legendary warned. “Now come here.”
Vegeta rolled to his hands and knees, head bowed in defeat. He started to rise to obey the Legendary, unable to resist him, but stopped at a simple command.
“Crawl.”
Vegeta swallowed, remembering how he had made Brolli do just that. He never should have challenged Kakarott in the first place. If he hadn’t – if he had just listened to Piccolo... remained satisfied with what he had… he never would have touched the docile Saiyan he had believed to be the real Brolli with such anger. What if he had been careful – treated him with more consideration? Maybe the Legendary wouldn’t have been so angry at him now. He could have avoided all of this… escaped with his dignity intact… It was too late now; he had been challenged and lost. He did as he was told, hating himself, hating that weakling Brolli, hating that bastard Kakarott for getting him into this position in the first place.
He stopped in front of the Legendary, knowing what was to come, and hoping he was wrong. What if one of the others saw him? Their kis were low right now – they were barely mobile – but what if one of them recovered enough to check on him? The less he fought, he decided, the better the chance of getting this over with, even dying, without witnesses.
The Legendary unfastened the golden band around his waist and cast it aside. Vegeta swallowed down his fear as the red and white fabric slid down, pooling at his booted feet.
“Suck my cock,” the Legendary ordered. “I hear you were well trained; I’m sure you don’t need the other warnings. Do you Vegeta?”
Vegeta stared in a mix of horror and fascination. He had never seen anyone so large; even Nappa was dwarfed by the Legendary. How was he supposed to…?
“Well?” The Legendary said, grabbing either sides of his head and squeezed either side of his jaw, forcing it open.
Vegeta struggled to open his mouth wide enough to accommodate the head of his cock. When he didn’t get his teeth out of the way fast enough and scraped them against him, the Legendary grabbed his head and jerked him back.
“Was that on purpose?” he growled.
“No!” Vegeta quickly answered. “I just… It was an accident.”
The Legendary studied him and he tried not to shiver in reaction. Compared to this god his own size and power seemed much too insignificant.
“Open your mouth and get to work,” The Legendary said, releasing him.
Vegeta did so, using everything he’d learned to please his terrifying master. The Legendary was so large he could barely get his mouth around him, and no matter how hard he tried he could not get all of him into his mouth or down his throat. Surprisingly enough, the Legendary let him work in peace, apparently satisfied with the licking and stroking attention he gave his huge cock.
He worked slowly and carefully, using every trick he had learned through the years, trying to buy himself time to think a way out of this mess. He still hadn’t decided if it was better for the Legendary to kill him now; or if he should cooperate completely and possibly survive a few more minutes. He wasn’t the fool Kakarott was – there wasn’t hope… there was never hope. There was only battle and loss and he had become much too familiar with loss.
He wrapped his mouth around the Legendary’s cock, willing himself to relax so he could take in more than the head, the foreskin sliding back slightly as his lips slid over the flesh. Some dark part of him reveled in the taste and texture, as well as the powerful ki that sparked against him as he made contact. Under other circumstances he would have enjoyed this – to be permitted to touch and worship a Saiyan god… Just the thought of touching the Legendary so intimately, if only for a short time, was making him aroused, the tension he felt growing become almost too much for him to ignore. If he had met the Legendary before using the meek Brolli he might have done this service willingly.
The Legendary caught his wrists in one large hand and jerked them over his head, using his other hand to push Vegeta further forward, forcing him to take more of his cock down his throat. Vegeta cried out around him, fear making him forget how to breathe, afraid he would actually try to force him to take even more. He had done his best – had reached his limit; there was no way physical way for him to take anymore of his cock - it was sure to kill him.
“You’re a Saiyan, you can do better than that…isn’t that what you said?”
Vegeta groaned around him and unsuccessfully willed his throat to loosen more – he didn’t want to die like this.
“Pity you’re so tiny…you’d be dead before I was satisfied,” he taunted. “Maybe Kakarott would do better.” He forced himself a fraction deeper and Vegeta felt flesh tearing as it gave way, a moan rising from deep inside. “What would hurt you more – watching me use him the way you used that weak shadow of myself, or having him be forced to watch you debase yourself like this? What do you think he’d say when he realized you actually enjoyed this?”
The Legendary drew out of his mouth and he gasped for breath. His wrists were jerked even higher, bones breaking in the Legendary’s firm grasp. His other hand curled tightly around his trapped erection, squeezing threateningly. “Answer me, Vegeta.”
Vegeta met his terrifying gaze and tried to formulate an answer, caught between heaven and hell, hating that the Legendary’s actions only made him harder. He didn’t want the Legendary to touch Kakarott; he was supposed to be Vegeta’s – he would be eventually, he had sworn it. But how could Kakarott ever have any kind of respect for him if he were seen being used like this – and gods help him, liking it… He knew Kakarott – the fool would have fought the Legendary – tried to ‘save’ him the way he tried to protect and save everyone. It was what the third-class did, and this time it would have failed.
“Kakarott,” he whispered, not sure if it was an answer or a plea.
The Legendary didn’t seem to care what his response was, grabbing the front waistband of Vegeta’s pants and forcing them down around his knees in one vicious jerk. “Maybe I’ll do both – repeatedly,” he laughed, releasing Vegeta’s arms to fall uselessly to his sides. The Legendary lifted him up by his waist, crushing ribs in the process and forced his knees up, pressing them tightly against the Legendary’s chest.
For a moment Vegeta was level with his eyes and shuddered in horror at the madness he saw there. And then all thought vanished and there was only agony as he was brutally impaled on the Legendary’s massive cock, his own erection fading instantly. He heard himself scream and thrashed uselessly, trying to escape and end this torture. Blood flowed freely from damaged tissue, but it did nothing to relieve the painful friction as the Legendary lifted his battered body before forcing him back down even harder. Ki was flowing through him with each thrust, burning him from inside, and lighting arced around them as the Legendary screamed his vengeance and rage.
He had no strength or will to fight back or even begin to resist, hanging limply in the Legendary’s clutches, completely defeated. This was how he was going to die and there was no longer any way to prevent it. He had survived all those years under Frieza’s control, but nothing he had experienced before prepared him for this agony. With each thrust, he wished more and more for death if only to make this unbearable pain stop. There was no relief when the Legendary came with a roar, a poisonous circle of ki surrounding them both, his ki-charged seed burning Vegeta like acid, making him scream.
The new pain was almost a relief when the Legendary carelessly wrenched himself free and tossed his battered body aside where he landed on shards of rocks. Vegeta remained where he fell on his stomach, too broken, bloody and defeated to move. He was finished – the Legendary would kill him now as was his right. The Legendary crouched by him and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up at his killer.
“I enjoyed that,” the Legendary said. “You might even have the opportunity to get better at it.”
Vegeta looked at him in shock, stunned that he wasn’t going to die yet. But to go through that again? He’d never get used to it – he’d rather die now.
“Start thinking about how you are going to manage to get my balls against your chin,” he mocked with an evil grin. “We’ll try that again after I deal with these other annoyances.” He dropped Vegeta’s head, letting him fall to the ground.
Vegeta moaned in misery – there was no way. It was physically impossible and the Legendary knew it. He would just torture and play with him, both of them knowing someday the Legendary would tire of the game and kill him in the most degrading way he could imagine. Even if Vegeta did his very best to please him, cooperating in everything he was just the plaything of a god now. No matter how many times he was beaten and healed he couldn’t hope to achieve the Legendary’s level of strength.
Why did the Legendary have to fly off and leave him alive, defeated and helpless? He felt the kis of the others start to change, Kakarott’s moving around. Apparently the Legendary had knocked them out so he could toy with Vegeta, but now they were beginning to coming to.
Kakarott’s ki was beginning to rise again and he just knew the fool was going to make a last-ditch attempt to fight the Legendary. Didn’t he realize it was hopeless?
‘Give me your power.’
Vegeta growled as he recognized the touch of Kakarott’s mind broadcasting to everyone. How dare he? He was the prince - how dare that third class bastard ask him for help?
He put his hands to his head as he heard the Legendary speak to him. ‘He’s going to die Vegeta – he can’t protect you. If you help him your punishment will be worse.’
‘Damn it, Vegeta! Quit being a stubborn ass! Channel your energy to Goku!’
He shook his head, ignoring Piccolo’s anger. He hadn’t heard the warning and couldn’t begin to understand how vindictive the Legendary could be.
‘Come on guys – we can do this. Give me the power to defeat him.’
Did Kakarott really think he had any chance of defeating the Legendary? He tried to ignore the murmur of voices in his head as the others communicated – he wanted nothing to do with them. There were sudden surges of ki, as if lines of energy flowed towards Kakarott.
“What are you doing?” he whispered, struggling to prop himself up. “Don’t you understand? He knows what you’re doing. He’ll kill you.”
The Legendary flew past, his speed so rapid his ki crested before him. The impact when he hit Kakarott was so strong he could feel it through the planet’s surface. The waves of energy were so powerful and so violent they forced Vegeta back to the ground.
‘It’s not enough – I need more power. Hurry!’
“It’s no use, Kakarott. This is a fight we can’t win.” Never before had he wanted to stop – to lie down and die – as much as he did now. At least Kakarott only had death to look forward to. He had only the promise of more of the pain and torture he had known through so much of his life – and even death wouldn’t end it.
The fight had moved closer to where he lay, bringing Kakarott and the Legendary within the range of his hearing. Kakarott was on the ground, the Legendary leaping into the air, only to drop on him with the full force of his weight. The planet was crumbling beneath them, dropping so far that Vegeta felt himself slipping down even though they were some distance from him. Kakarott screamed and Vegeta felt a surge of anger and regret – he had waited to cause that sound for so long and now he would never get a chance.
‘Give me power, Vegeta.’
‘No – I will not submit again.’ If he had to, he would use the energy he had left – find a way to kill himself – to die before the Legendary could touch him again.
‘When did you become such a coward, Vegeta?’ Piccolo whispered to him. ‘I never thought you of all people would give up without a fight.’
‘You don’t understand. The Legendary…’
‘So what if he’s the Legendary! Do you miss living under the constant threat of death so much you are willing to go back to it?’ Piccolo shouted at him in his mind.
‘No.’ Piccolo just didn’t understand – he honestly thought Kakarott had a chance to defeat the Legendary.
The rage faded from the Namek’s mental voice – Vegeta recognized the change as a signal that he was trying to ‘understand’. ‘Is it because you enjoyed what he did to you?’
Vegeta paled. He hadn’t realized Piccolo had been paying attention to his ki. Maybe he’d even heard him. He knew.
‘Are you so injured you are going to just lie there and let him get away with raping you?’ He should have expected this – now Piccolo was trying to be logical.
‘It wasn’t… It was a challenge--’
‘Bullshit. This wasn’t like Goku – you both knew he would have stopped if you had objected. Brolli tortured you.’
Vegeta frowned; he had done the same thing – didn’t he deserve it? And if the Namek knew and cared so much, why didn’t he do something? Everyone was so damned willing to throw their lives away to help Kakarott, but he was expected to deal with everything on his own. ‘You knew what was happening and didn’t try to stop him.’
‘I wanted to, even though you would have been pissed as hell.’
‘So? Why didn’t you? You’ve never given a shit how pissed I’ve gotten before.’
‘Because I couldn’t, damn it! Brolli had…’ He felt Piccolo’s pause – was there regret there? ‘I had to regrow some limbs. It took too long for me to help you.’
Vegeta shook his head even though the Namek couldn’t see him. He had caused this – he didn’t deserve any help. Piccolo would have died uselessly after being forced to witness his degradation. ‘Kakarott can’t hear you, can he?’
‘Don’t be stupid – I wouldn’t do that to you, no matter how much of an ass you’re being.’
He heard Kakarott again and felt his ki wavering. It was almost the end. ‘Just give me your power, Vegeta. I’ll defeat him.’
“Damn it!” Vegeta painfully climbed to his feet. He ripped off the remnants of a sleeve and tried to blot up some of the excess blood still seeping from him before pulling up the mangled fabric of his pants to cover himself. He couldn’t let Kakarott find out – it was bad enough that Piccolo knew. “I am the Prince of Saiyans. Why should I need you to fight for me?”
‘Vegeta!!!’ Kakarott roared through him, sending shivers as he felt the carefully hidden dominance he now knew Kakarott could command. ‘More power! Right NOW!!!’
‘Who am I to submit to the likes of you?’ The Legendary was punching Kakarott unmercifully, yet somehow he managed to retain enough power to remain ascended. If Kakarott died all hope was lost – the Legendary would kill Piccolo and Trunks without any effort or mercy.
“You lasted longer than I expected, but your final hour has arrived,” the Legendary gloated, drawing his fist back.
Not like this. Not like this! He was supposed to die in battle like a true Saiyan – like Kakarott would now. He glanced up and saw the comet so close overhead and felt a surge of satisfaction. Had no one else noticed? Maybe the Legendary would die as well – surely even he could not survive a direct strike by an object that size. Vegeta surely could not, so he would be able to escape his god through death.
‘Vegeta – what are you waiting for? Give me your power!!!’ Kakarott screamed in his mind.
Vegeta bared his teeth as the command roared through him, the reminder of a challenge lost too powerful to resist. They would all die anyway – what was the point of fighting Kakarott’s will any longer? Without consciously willing it, he raised a hand and poured all of his remaining strength into Kakarott. He absorbed it effortlessly, channeling it into his hand, using it to catch the Legendary’s punch, stunning his attacker.
“Now the real fight begins,” said Kakarott.
Vegeta collapsed onto his back, completely drained. There was nothing else he could do– it was up to Kakarott. He could see them from where he lay, hovering overhead. It seemed slow motion – time seemed to stop although he knew it to be impossible; Kakarott drew a fist back, filling it with all of his ki as the Legendary lunged forward. He felt a surge of anger – the third-class fool was wasting the gift Vegeta had given him; he wasn’t even trying to protect himself.
Suddenly Kakarott’s blow found a target, landing with full force against the Legendary, pouring every erg of power against unprotected flesh. Vegeta watched in shock as the energy raced through the Legendary, making him writhe in pain. Surprisingly his ki leapt even higher, energy sparking and crackling around him as he shouted in agony as he became overwhelmed by his own ki, his body no longer able to handle the level of power he had reached. Vegeta stared in disbelief as the Legendary impossibly self-destructed; Kakarott had defeated a god.
His eyes no longer blinded by the glare of Brolli’s energy, he saw the comet was just moments from impact. They had survived the Legendary, but nothing could save them from this. He could lie here and watch his death approach, lying to himself that he had died in battle. He had, hadn’t he? Wasn’t it his energy Kakarott used to strike the fatal blow?
“Damn you Kakarott,” he muttered. “Why did you have to wait so long?”
There was a disconcerting sense of movement and a vague awareness of Kakarott next to him. The next instant he was somewhere else, the planet and comet vanished. Through his confusion and considerable pain he gradually realized he was in one of Capsule Corps’ space pods. Unfortunately, it was filled with too many people – human and alien, crowded against each other. Somehow Kakarott’s damned IT had landed him with back pressed hard against the Namek. He bit back a groan of pain as Piccolo shifted, hitting his damaged wrist. The Namek apparently heard him, moving just enough to relieve the pressure.
‘Took you long enough,’ Piccolo said to him, frowning over his shoulder.
‘Why the hell didn’t Kakarott do that in the first place?’ he demanded. Too exhausted and hurt to stop himself, he leaned back against the Namek. He felt Piccolo shrug against him – how could anyone begin to understand how the third-class fool’s mind worked.
They sat silently for a long moment, leaning against each other for support. The rest of them were fawning all over Kakarott for his ‘amazing’ victory, conveniently forgetting the fool couldn’t have done it without him – as usual.
“Stupid hero bullshit,” he grumbled under his breath, a little groan escaping as he shifted to favor his damaged ribs.
‘Are you going to be alright?’
Of course he was going to be fine. Wasn’t he always fine? He’d survived a lot worse. Vegeta shoved back against Piccolo with an annoyed glower. ‘Shut up.’
END
By Pixelgoddess
Based on the first Brolli movie – The Legendary Super Saiyan – much of the dialog comes directly from one version or another (fansub, official translation, dub, etc); I chose whichever version of the line that worked best. This was written for the canon to fanon challenge.
Warnings: Non-con, language, sex, violence (What did you expect? This is DBZ after all.)
Pairings: Vegeta/Brolli, Brolli/Vegeta, Piccolo/Vegeta, Goku/Vegeta (implied), Vegeta/Piccolo (implied)
Disclaimer: The usual: don’t own them, don’t make money from them, wish I could buy them at bishie auctions and keep them as pets.
Chapter 3 – Confrontation
He lay on the broken ground, arms outstretched, feeling the battle continue around him. Didn’t they understand? There was no point. Brolli was the true Legendary – a myth… a vengeful, angry god. He had grown up wanting to be one in order to defeat Frieza, but to actually meet one and know his attentions would eventually be directed at him? Why didn’t they understand? This was like no other opponent they had faced before.
He felt the signature ki of Kakarott’s Kamehameha attack, as well as Brolli’s answering rise in ki, causing the planet to shake and crumble beneath him.
He took a deep breath, trying to gather his courage. Wasn’t this what he lived for? What every Saiyan lived for? The opportunity to do battle with a strong opponent? He ignored the internal whisper that said the battle was wanted only when there was the possibility of winning and there was no chance here. Because of him, Kakarott and Piccolo would die and so far he had done nothing to prevent it; he didn’t want them to look down on him from Otherworld, calling him a coward as he suffered endlessly in hell. They fought on even when there was no chance of victory – he had to make himself do the same. Vegeta climbed to his feet and stood there fists clenched, head bowed and teeth bared as he willed himself to join them. He drew on his ki, tensing with determination and ascended.
“I am Prince Vegeta!” he shouted to the sky, raising his hands in the air in challenge before slamming them to his sides, launching himself into the air. He raced to where Brolli was, pushing down the gibber of fear he felt. He was Saiyan, he reminded himself – the thrill is not the victory, but the battle. As he flashed by he spotted Trunks crawling out from under some rubble; a yell of encouragement was barely heard, sucked away by the wind in his ears.
“I am the ruler of all Saiyans – even you Brolli.” He would face his challenge with all of his strength – he would not go down without a fight. He could not allow Kakarott to best him in this.
Brolli looked at him with blank white eyes that somehow expressed unimaginable rage and Vegeta nearly paused at the anger he saw there. Vegeta knew hate – had known it for most of his life – yet the hatred Brolli so obviously felt made his own miniscule in comparison. What could have happened…how could Vegeta have caused this much rage in a matter of days? Was it really all his fault?
“Please try your best to make me kneel before you,” Brolli said with a cold laugh.
Vegeta glared; this glowing golden giant was nothing like the docile little Saiyan who had followed his commands so passively. If he didn’t like it he should have resisted then, damn it! Vegeta would have killed that Brolli and then he wouldn’t have been in this position.
Vegeta threw a punch in midflight and realized it would miss due to Brolli’s speed. Recovering instantly he flipped backwards, kicking him on the side of the head – uselessly. He landed lightly and launched himself back at Brolli – his reaction time had always been better than even Kakarott’s. He directed all of his Super Saiyan strength into his left fist, catching Brolli on the chin with what should have been a knock-out punch. When it had no effect, he was stunned.
He was right – there was no way to defeat this monster.
He twisted into position, landing to throw a fast ki blast, hoping to at least slow Brolli down. He didn’t wait to see what effect it had, and making another retreating leap, fired another ki attack. Before he could move back another step Trunks landed in front of him and fired his own attack at Brolli.
He was enraged – how dare the brat think he needed help? He didn’t get the opportunity to berate Trunks; Brolli moved so quickly he wasn’t even aware of the motion. His massive fist caught Trunks, knocking him unconscious and sending his limp body flying, leaving the monster with a clear path to Vegeta.
Vegeta returned to attack and retreat, Brolli’s lighting speed depriving him of the ability to develop another strategy or give him time to go on the offensive. He needed time to catch his breath and a better vantage point to fight from, but Brolli wasn’t letting him have it. Brolli seemed to vanish for a moment, his speed giving the illusion of using Kakarott’s IT technique, but when he reappeared Vegeta knew it was all over.
Brolli was right there in front of him, moving rapidly, giving Vegeta no time to evade or defend. A huge arm slammed across his neck, his forward momentum slamming him against the side of a mountain. The wave of ki he caused was so immense it disintegrated rock instantly. The pain it caused Vegeta made him wonder if his own bones were dissolving as well. Brolli’s hand clamped over his mouth, fingers crushing his jaw. Vegeta felt a shudder race through him – he couldn’t breathe anything but Brolli’s scent.
“Finished already?” Brolli taunted.
Vegeta moaned a combination of fear and pain. Unable to maintain enough ki to support the transformation he dropped out of Super Saiyan. Barely conscious, he dangled helplessly in his grasp.
“Finished alright,” the Legendary laughed. “You are all talk. Complete trash.”
He was thrown to the ground where he shuddered with dread as he felt the Legendary grow even stronger. He had lost the challenge – there was nothing he could do against such power.
The Legendary landed near where Vegeta lay in a pain-filled heap, the ground rumbling at his footsteps. A massive hand curled around his neck, cutting off all oxygen, and he was jerked to his knees.
“Kneel,” the Legendary commanded as if he had any choice. “Saiyan customs are very useful at times, aren’t they? Turning the unwilling into slaves and a prince into a whore,” he continued, glaring at Vegeta. Vegeta had no breath to respond and no will to resist the Legendary. “My father has already paid for his crimes – and now so will you.”
He released Vegeta’s neck and he fell to his hands and knees, gasping for breath. “Just kill me,” Vegeta said in a hoarse voice.
The Legendary laughed. “You don’t think you’re going to get off that easily, do you?” He stroked Vegeta’s hair a moment before grabbing it and jerking him back to his knees. “Although in a way I should be grateful. Because of you I was able to break my father’s mental control with that device of his. My memories have returned – all of them. Ah Vegeta,” he said, his voice becoming a mere whisper, “if you could see the death and devastation I have caused – the planets I have destroyed…each time more bloody, more destructive… I have littered landscapes with the mangled corpses of my victims, raping and killing anyone fool enough to resist. I obliterated planets, each explosion bigger and better than the last. I’ve destroyed entire systems with a wave of my hand. It was beautiful…a painting...a sculpture.” He looked Vegeta in the eye with a terrifying smile. “I’m an artist – death is my palette.”
“You’re the Legendary – a god. The Saiyan race… I worshipped you. Why are you doing all of this?” Vegeta asked when he dared to speak. What would he have done if he had met the Legendary under other circumstances? Would the Legendary have taken the throne? Would Vegeta have followed him willingly? His father must have seen him as a threat – why else would he have ordered him killed? Damn it, why couldn’t he have succeeded?
“Because I can,” the Legendary smirked. “Because no one can stop me no matter how many of you fools challenge me.”
“Kakarott doesn’t understand—”
“Ah yes – one of your lovers…”
“He’s not—”
“I could smell him all over you. You cried out his name when you fucked me. When he showed up…like you said, it was his fault you treated me like that. That naïve version of myself had never been touched – but I watched the entire time.”
“You’re insane,” Vegeta mumbled, too afraid to think about what he was saying. In an instant, the Legendary kicked him, sending him crashing against some boulders.
“Don’t challenge me again Vegeta,” the Legendary warned. “Now come here.”
Vegeta rolled to his hands and knees, head bowed in defeat. He started to rise to obey the Legendary, unable to resist him, but stopped at a simple command.
“Crawl.”
Vegeta swallowed, remembering how he had made Brolli do just that. He never should have challenged Kakarott in the first place. If he hadn’t – if he had just listened to Piccolo... remained satisfied with what he had… he never would have touched the docile Saiyan he had believed to be the real Brolli with such anger. What if he had been careful – treated him with more consideration? Maybe the Legendary wouldn’t have been so angry at him now. He could have avoided all of this… escaped with his dignity intact… It was too late now; he had been challenged and lost. He did as he was told, hating himself, hating that weakling Brolli, hating that bastard Kakarott for getting him into this position in the first place.
He stopped in front of the Legendary, knowing what was to come, and hoping he was wrong. What if one of the others saw him? Their kis were low right now – they were barely mobile – but what if one of them recovered enough to check on him? The less he fought, he decided, the better the chance of getting this over with, even dying, without witnesses.
The Legendary unfastened the golden band around his waist and cast it aside. Vegeta swallowed down his fear as the red and white fabric slid down, pooling at his booted feet.
“Suck my cock,” the Legendary ordered. “I hear you were well trained; I’m sure you don’t need the other warnings. Do you Vegeta?”
Vegeta stared in a mix of horror and fascination. He had never seen anyone so large; even Nappa was dwarfed by the Legendary. How was he supposed to…?
“Well?” The Legendary said, grabbing either sides of his head and squeezed either side of his jaw, forcing it open.
Vegeta struggled to open his mouth wide enough to accommodate the head of his cock. When he didn’t get his teeth out of the way fast enough and scraped them against him, the Legendary grabbed his head and jerked him back.
“Was that on purpose?” he growled.
“No!” Vegeta quickly answered. “I just… It was an accident.”
The Legendary studied him and he tried not to shiver in reaction. Compared to this god his own size and power seemed much too insignificant.
“Open your mouth and get to work,” The Legendary said, releasing him.
Vegeta did so, using everything he’d learned to please his terrifying master. The Legendary was so large he could barely get his mouth around him, and no matter how hard he tried he could not get all of him into his mouth or down his throat. Surprisingly enough, the Legendary let him work in peace, apparently satisfied with the licking and stroking attention he gave his huge cock.
He worked slowly and carefully, using every trick he had learned through the years, trying to buy himself time to think a way out of this mess. He still hadn’t decided if it was better for the Legendary to kill him now; or if he should cooperate completely and possibly survive a few more minutes. He wasn’t the fool Kakarott was – there wasn’t hope… there was never hope. There was only battle and loss and he had become much too familiar with loss.
He wrapped his mouth around the Legendary’s cock, willing himself to relax so he could take in more than the head, the foreskin sliding back slightly as his lips slid over the flesh. Some dark part of him reveled in the taste and texture, as well as the powerful ki that sparked against him as he made contact. Under other circumstances he would have enjoyed this – to be permitted to touch and worship a Saiyan god… Just the thought of touching the Legendary so intimately, if only for a short time, was making him aroused, the tension he felt growing become almost too much for him to ignore. If he had met the Legendary before using the meek Brolli he might have done this service willingly.
The Legendary caught his wrists in one large hand and jerked them over his head, using his other hand to push Vegeta further forward, forcing him to take more of his cock down his throat. Vegeta cried out around him, fear making him forget how to breathe, afraid he would actually try to force him to take even more. He had done his best – had reached his limit; there was no way physical way for him to take anymore of his cock - it was sure to kill him.
“You’re a Saiyan, you can do better than that…isn’t that what you said?”
Vegeta groaned around him and unsuccessfully willed his throat to loosen more – he didn’t want to die like this.
“Pity you’re so tiny…you’d be dead before I was satisfied,” he taunted. “Maybe Kakarott would do better.” He forced himself a fraction deeper and Vegeta felt flesh tearing as it gave way, a moan rising from deep inside. “What would hurt you more – watching me use him the way you used that weak shadow of myself, or having him be forced to watch you debase yourself like this? What do you think he’d say when he realized you actually enjoyed this?”
The Legendary drew out of his mouth and he gasped for breath. His wrists were jerked even higher, bones breaking in the Legendary’s firm grasp. His other hand curled tightly around his trapped erection, squeezing threateningly. “Answer me, Vegeta.”
Vegeta met his terrifying gaze and tried to formulate an answer, caught between heaven and hell, hating that the Legendary’s actions only made him harder. He didn’t want the Legendary to touch Kakarott; he was supposed to be Vegeta’s – he would be eventually, he had sworn it. But how could Kakarott ever have any kind of respect for him if he were seen being used like this – and gods help him, liking it… He knew Kakarott – the fool would have fought the Legendary – tried to ‘save’ him the way he tried to protect and save everyone. It was what the third-class did, and this time it would have failed.
“Kakarott,” he whispered, not sure if it was an answer or a plea.
The Legendary didn’t seem to care what his response was, grabbing the front waistband of Vegeta’s pants and forcing them down around his knees in one vicious jerk. “Maybe I’ll do both – repeatedly,” he laughed, releasing Vegeta’s arms to fall uselessly to his sides. The Legendary lifted him up by his waist, crushing ribs in the process and forced his knees up, pressing them tightly against the Legendary’s chest.
For a moment Vegeta was level with his eyes and shuddered in horror at the madness he saw there. And then all thought vanished and there was only agony as he was brutally impaled on the Legendary’s massive cock, his own erection fading instantly. He heard himself scream and thrashed uselessly, trying to escape and end this torture. Blood flowed freely from damaged tissue, but it did nothing to relieve the painful friction as the Legendary lifted his battered body before forcing him back down even harder. Ki was flowing through him with each thrust, burning him from inside, and lighting arced around them as the Legendary screamed his vengeance and rage.
He had no strength or will to fight back or even begin to resist, hanging limply in the Legendary’s clutches, completely defeated. This was how he was going to die and there was no longer any way to prevent it. He had survived all those years under Frieza’s control, but nothing he had experienced before prepared him for this agony. With each thrust, he wished more and more for death if only to make this unbearable pain stop. There was no relief when the Legendary came with a roar, a poisonous circle of ki surrounding them both, his ki-charged seed burning Vegeta like acid, making him scream.
The new pain was almost a relief when the Legendary carelessly wrenched himself free and tossed his battered body aside where he landed on shards of rocks. Vegeta remained where he fell on his stomach, too broken, bloody and defeated to move. He was finished – the Legendary would kill him now as was his right. The Legendary crouched by him and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up at his killer.
“I enjoyed that,” the Legendary said. “You might even have the opportunity to get better at it.”
Vegeta looked at him in shock, stunned that he wasn’t going to die yet. But to go through that again? He’d never get used to it – he’d rather die now.
“Start thinking about how you are going to manage to get my balls against your chin,” he mocked with an evil grin. “We’ll try that again after I deal with these other annoyances.” He dropped Vegeta’s head, letting him fall to the ground.
Vegeta moaned in misery – there was no way. It was physically impossible and the Legendary knew it. He would just torture and play with him, both of them knowing someday the Legendary would tire of the game and kill him in the most degrading way he could imagine. Even if Vegeta did his very best to please him, cooperating in everything he was just the plaything of a god now. No matter how many times he was beaten and healed he couldn’t hope to achieve the Legendary’s level of strength.
Why did the Legendary have to fly off and leave him alive, defeated and helpless? He felt the kis of the others start to change, Kakarott’s moving around. Apparently the Legendary had knocked them out so he could toy with Vegeta, but now they were beginning to coming to.
Kakarott’s ki was beginning to rise again and he just knew the fool was going to make a last-ditch attempt to fight the Legendary. Didn’t he realize it was hopeless?
‘Give me your power.’
Vegeta growled as he recognized the touch of Kakarott’s mind broadcasting to everyone. How dare he? He was the prince - how dare that third class bastard ask him for help?
He put his hands to his head as he heard the Legendary speak to him. ‘He’s going to die Vegeta – he can’t protect you. If you help him your punishment will be worse.’
‘Damn it, Vegeta! Quit being a stubborn ass! Channel your energy to Goku!’
He shook his head, ignoring Piccolo’s anger. He hadn’t heard the warning and couldn’t begin to understand how vindictive the Legendary could be.
‘Come on guys – we can do this. Give me the power to defeat him.’
Did Kakarott really think he had any chance of defeating the Legendary? He tried to ignore the murmur of voices in his head as the others communicated – he wanted nothing to do with them. There were sudden surges of ki, as if lines of energy flowed towards Kakarott.
“What are you doing?” he whispered, struggling to prop himself up. “Don’t you understand? He knows what you’re doing. He’ll kill you.”
The Legendary flew past, his speed so rapid his ki crested before him. The impact when he hit Kakarott was so strong he could feel it through the planet’s surface. The waves of energy were so powerful and so violent they forced Vegeta back to the ground.
‘It’s not enough – I need more power. Hurry!’
“It’s no use, Kakarott. This is a fight we can’t win.” Never before had he wanted to stop – to lie down and die – as much as he did now. At least Kakarott only had death to look forward to. He had only the promise of more of the pain and torture he had known through so much of his life – and even death wouldn’t end it.
The fight had moved closer to where he lay, bringing Kakarott and the Legendary within the range of his hearing. Kakarott was on the ground, the Legendary leaping into the air, only to drop on him with the full force of his weight. The planet was crumbling beneath them, dropping so far that Vegeta felt himself slipping down even though they were some distance from him. Kakarott screamed and Vegeta felt a surge of anger and regret – he had waited to cause that sound for so long and now he would never get a chance.
‘Give me power, Vegeta.’
‘No – I will not submit again.’ If he had to, he would use the energy he had left – find a way to kill himself – to die before the Legendary could touch him again.
‘When did you become such a coward, Vegeta?’ Piccolo whispered to him. ‘I never thought you of all people would give up without a fight.’
‘You don’t understand. The Legendary…’
‘So what if he’s the Legendary! Do you miss living under the constant threat of death so much you are willing to go back to it?’ Piccolo shouted at him in his mind.
‘No.’ Piccolo just didn’t understand – he honestly thought Kakarott had a chance to defeat the Legendary.
The rage faded from the Namek’s mental voice – Vegeta recognized the change as a signal that he was trying to ‘understand’. ‘Is it because you enjoyed what he did to you?’
Vegeta paled. He hadn’t realized Piccolo had been paying attention to his ki. Maybe he’d even heard him. He knew.
‘Are you so injured you are going to just lie there and let him get away with raping you?’ He should have expected this – now Piccolo was trying to be logical.
‘It wasn’t… It was a challenge--’
‘Bullshit. This wasn’t like Goku – you both knew he would have stopped if you had objected. Brolli tortured you.’
Vegeta frowned; he had done the same thing – didn’t he deserve it? And if the Namek knew and cared so much, why didn’t he do something? Everyone was so damned willing to throw their lives away to help Kakarott, but he was expected to deal with everything on his own. ‘You knew what was happening and didn’t try to stop him.’
‘I wanted to, even though you would have been pissed as hell.’
‘So? Why didn’t you? You’ve never given a shit how pissed I’ve gotten before.’
‘Because I couldn’t, damn it! Brolli had…’ He felt Piccolo’s pause – was there regret there? ‘I had to regrow some limbs. It took too long for me to help you.’
Vegeta shook his head even though the Namek couldn’t see him. He had caused this – he didn’t deserve any help. Piccolo would have died uselessly after being forced to witness his degradation. ‘Kakarott can’t hear you, can he?’
‘Don’t be stupid – I wouldn’t do that to you, no matter how much of an ass you’re being.’
He heard Kakarott again and felt his ki wavering. It was almost the end. ‘Just give me your power, Vegeta. I’ll defeat him.’
“Damn it!” Vegeta painfully climbed to his feet. He ripped off the remnants of a sleeve and tried to blot up some of the excess blood still seeping from him before pulling up the mangled fabric of his pants to cover himself. He couldn’t let Kakarott find out – it was bad enough that Piccolo knew. “I am the Prince of Saiyans. Why should I need you to fight for me?”
‘Vegeta!!!’ Kakarott roared through him, sending shivers as he felt the carefully hidden dominance he now knew Kakarott could command. ‘More power! Right NOW!!!’
‘Who am I to submit to the likes of you?’ The Legendary was punching Kakarott unmercifully, yet somehow he managed to retain enough power to remain ascended. If Kakarott died all hope was lost – the Legendary would kill Piccolo and Trunks without any effort or mercy.
“You lasted longer than I expected, but your final hour has arrived,” the Legendary gloated, drawing his fist back.
Not like this. Not like this! He was supposed to die in battle like a true Saiyan – like Kakarott would now. He glanced up and saw the comet so close overhead and felt a surge of satisfaction. Had no one else noticed? Maybe the Legendary would die as well – surely even he could not survive a direct strike by an object that size. Vegeta surely could not, so he would be able to escape his god through death.
‘Vegeta – what are you waiting for? Give me your power!!!’ Kakarott screamed in his mind.
Vegeta bared his teeth as the command roared through him, the reminder of a challenge lost too powerful to resist. They would all die anyway – what was the point of fighting Kakarott’s will any longer? Without consciously willing it, he raised a hand and poured all of his remaining strength into Kakarott. He absorbed it effortlessly, channeling it into his hand, using it to catch the Legendary’s punch, stunning his attacker.
“Now the real fight begins,” said Kakarott.
Vegeta collapsed onto his back, completely drained. There was nothing else he could do– it was up to Kakarott. He could see them from where he lay, hovering overhead. It seemed slow motion – time seemed to stop although he knew it to be impossible; Kakarott drew a fist back, filling it with all of his ki as the Legendary lunged forward. He felt a surge of anger – the third-class fool was wasting the gift Vegeta had given him; he wasn’t even trying to protect himself.
Suddenly Kakarott’s blow found a target, landing with full force against the Legendary, pouring every erg of power against unprotected flesh. Vegeta watched in shock as the energy raced through the Legendary, making him writhe in pain. Surprisingly his ki leapt even higher, energy sparking and crackling around him as he shouted in agony as he became overwhelmed by his own ki, his body no longer able to handle the level of power he had reached. Vegeta stared in disbelief as the Legendary impossibly self-destructed; Kakarott had defeated a god.
His eyes no longer blinded by the glare of Brolli’s energy, he saw the comet was just moments from impact. They had survived the Legendary, but nothing could save them from this. He could lie here and watch his death approach, lying to himself that he had died in battle. He had, hadn’t he? Wasn’t it his energy Kakarott used to strike the fatal blow?
“Damn you Kakarott,” he muttered. “Why did you have to wait so long?”
There was a disconcerting sense of movement and a vague awareness of Kakarott next to him. The next instant he was somewhere else, the planet and comet vanished. Through his confusion and considerable pain he gradually realized he was in one of Capsule Corps’ space pods. Unfortunately, it was filled with too many people – human and alien, crowded against each other. Somehow Kakarott’s damned IT had landed him with back pressed hard against the Namek. He bit back a groan of pain as Piccolo shifted, hitting his damaged wrist. The Namek apparently heard him, moving just enough to relieve the pressure.
‘Took you long enough,’ Piccolo said to him, frowning over his shoulder.
‘Why the hell didn’t Kakarott do that in the first place?’ he demanded. Too exhausted and hurt to stop himself, he leaned back against the Namek. He felt Piccolo shrug against him – how could anyone begin to understand how the third-class fool’s mind worked.
They sat silently for a long moment, leaning against each other for support. The rest of them were fawning all over Kakarott for his ‘amazing’ victory, conveniently forgetting the fool couldn’t have done it without him – as usual.
“Stupid hero bullshit,” he grumbled under his breath, a little groan escaping as he shifted to favor his damaged ribs.
‘Are you going to be alright?’
Of course he was going to be fine. Wasn’t he always fine? He’d survived a lot worse. Vegeta shoved back against Piccolo with an annoyed glower. ‘Shut up.’
END